It's an I-know-all-too-well feeling, a universal roller-coaster of emotions: when you find yourself standing in front of your closet and the trail-blazing thought that's running through your mind is holy shit I have nothing to wear. All the while, feeling like you had just arrived at the exact same morning dilemma yesterday. You're a liar if you say otherwise. I swear. And especially now,...

Let's first set the record straight and address the elephant in the room: yes, my shirt says "YEW NORK". Not "NEW YORK", much to the generals first impression. I am aware. But that's why I love it. It's dry humour. And I think personally, my humour makes up of self-deprecation with a handful of sarcasm. Or actually, maybe that makes it semi-dry. It...